The Irish standard., 1887-12-03
CASlLEREAGH'S REVENGE.

WOulu SHOW mercy, or juSJlCe lCf t0aC
matter, TO Sir Wilfred Blunt Lady
Anne Blunt, the wife Of the estimable
nobleman, is q grand daughter Of Lerd
byron, and her brutal treatment by
Castle eagh's blood-hounds recalls the
verses and speeches OF the great poet III
behalf CT Ireland, for Lord Byron was
q sincere and consistent friend Of the
dOWntrodien Irish. Some OF Byron s
greatest efforts were in behalf OF The
Emerald Isle. In The Irish Avatar'
he says
Ny voice though but humble. was raise,; for the
right,
als vote as freeman S still voted thee free
This hand, though but feeble, would arm in thg
fight,
And this heart though outworn, had hrob still
for thee.
Speaking al a National League meet
ing recently 5he Lord Mayor Of Dub
lin, commenting on The indignities tG
which Lady Blunt Was subjected, re.
ferred to the sort of fitness there was il,
the fact that THE grand daughter OF the
freedom loving poet should have been
assaulted By the ninions Of the klns
man Of carotid artery cutting Castle.
reagh.' and the following lines from
Byron's scathlng verses re that notable
"Unionist''
A wIctch never named but with curses and ieers
Till now, when, the isle which should blush fo
his birth,
Deep, deep as the gore which he shed OH he
soil,
Seems proud of the reptile who clawls from Ee
earth.
And for mnrle1 repays him with shouts and
smile
Withouy one single ray Of her genius: without
The ranc:, the manhood, the fire of her race
The ujscreaut who we'll might plunge Erin ii
doubt
1t sheever gave birth to 1; being so base
In another passage he says:
Cold -bloode;1, smooth faced, placid miscreant
Dabblng his sleek young bands in Erins gore.
And thus fo; wider carnage taught to pant.
Transferred to gorge upon sister shore,
The vulgarest tool that tyranny conld want
With Just enough Of talent, and no more,
To le1lg.hell fetters by another fixed,
And offer poison long already mixed.
The following epigrams were written
by Lord Byron On Castlereagh
So HE has cut his throat ut last He Who?
The man who cut his country s long ago
So Castlereasn has cut his throat! The worst
Of this s~-lat his own WAS not the first
1t is not, therefore. surprising that
the present Lord Castlereagb should
entertain no feelings Of regard for
Lady Anne Blunt. On this point the
Dublin Nation observes: Judging
by the tempest which the atloci 3us at
tack OH Lady Blunt has raised in Eng.
land, Castlereagh the Smaller has, in
revenging his relative, helped not Il it,
tie to undo the work Of Pitts Infamous
accomp]ice." The Nation also prints
"'lhe New Irisl, Ayatar,'' q few verses
of which are as follows
NOW, CltraGO DC tue cpTtlruS tlAt stopped to aS-
sail
"A stranger, woman-the friend of their
race.
Alas that base, pitiful brides should prevail
10 brand irish names with eternal disgrace.
Our sra,itude's tribute may make you amends,
A nations applause as atonement may serve,
While we've wrath for o,lr tyrants, or love for
our friends.
Yournamc, Lady Anne, shall our history pre-
serve
Your ancestor. filled with a genius divine.
Poured laya-like torrent of wrath on our
foes,
Less fierce but as kindly q spirit is thine.
Your womans heart nlelts at the sight Of her
wees.
n The iris', 4Aya:ar' his soul was on flame.
And his passionate scorn, though scathing, !
was just,
Wien sycophan, slaves made pageant Of
shame.
And to welcome their tyiant crouciled low in
the dust
ct surely our nation may plead at his grave
We mastered his lesson of national pride
II liberty's name TO his granddaughter gave
That welcome so lately to princes denied.